Dm       G        Gm       C        F       F/E     Csus4      Bb      Bbm6

5x-----  3------  3------  3x-----  3x-----  3x-----  3x-----  6------  5-x----
 |o|||o   o|||oo   o||ooo   |o|||o   |||o|o   |||o|o   |o|||o   o|||oo   ||o|||
E|------| ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------
 ||||o|   |||o||   ||||||   ||||||   ||||o|   ||||o|   ||||||   |||o||   o||ooo
E|------| ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------
 ||oo||   |oo|||   |oo|||   ||ooo|   ||o|||   |oo|||   ||oo||   |oo|||   ||||||
E|------| ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------   ------
 ||||||   ||||||   ||||||   ||||||   |o||||   ||||||   ||||o|   ||||||   ||||||


INTRO:

 Dm          G
|/ / / / / /|/ / / / / / :|| [repeat]


VERSES:

   Dm                 Gm         C                F            F/E       Dm
1.    The lines of my earth,        so brittle, unfertile and  ready  to die
2.   It should be our time, this fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain

               G                           C      Csus4     C
      I need a drink but the well has gone dry
the harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry

Dm                Gm        C               F               F/E   Dm
    And we in the habit of       saying the same things all over again
  And they in the habit of       saying the same things all over again

          G              C
  for the money we shall make
about the money we shall make


CHORUS:

            Gm               Bb                F       F/E     Dm    C    G
This is the last song that I write    'til you tell me    otherwise

           Bb                 F         (F#)
and it's because I just don't feel it  

Gm               Bb                    F       F/E     Dm    
     This is the last song    'til you tell me    otherwise

F   (F#)   Gm                  Bbm6           Dm...